Page 17 of Pixel Perfect Pack

“Okay, princess. Okay,” he soothes. “Let’s go over this again, is there anything you don’t want us to do? Anything you’re not comfortable with?”

“I get that you’re just trying to be kind and caring but right now I just need you to fuck me.”

Orion chuckles, that deep brooding laugh that goes straight to my core. “And I will, baby. But first, you need to tell me what you don’t like.”

My face flushes with warmth and I know there’s no way out of this conversation other than telling the truth. This time around, I try to be more specific. “My joints get sore so I can’t go on my knees and I get tired easily. I don’t want to go into a flare-up in the middle of a heat. Apart from that I don’t exactly have enough experience to tell you what I do and don’t like.”

He nods his head up and down, considering my words carefully. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. For this heat, all you have to worry about is being our sweet little pillow princess, aye?”

I rush to escape from my clothing, tearing my t-shirt off and ripping at my bottoms. Orion picks me up and moves me to the centre of my nest. His lips crash against mine and it’s as if all the stars in the sky have collided. His soft, wet tongue meets mine and he sucks it into his mouth, the cool feel of his tongue ring sparking electricity everywhere it touches. Teeth bite down on my bottom lip and tug gently, leaving me aching and grabbing at him to get on with it.

My thoughts aren’t my own anymore. I can feel myself slipping away as the heat takes over, consuming every inch of me as Orion’s hands explore my goose-pimpled flesh.

“Off,” I mutter in amongst kisses, fingers ripping at his dark t-shirt. He does just as I ask and reaches back to grab his t-shirt before pulling it off over his head. My eyes widen, his entire body is covered in black tattoos. From his sternum disappearing down beneath the waistband of his jeans, he’s illustrated. And he’s the most beautiful work of art I’ve ever seen. How did I get so lucky? Lucky enough to call these three, beautiful alphas my friends? And what in the world would I have done if I’d found out earlier that I was playing games every night with three drop-dead gorgeous men? My socially awkward self would’ve never managed to hold even one conversation if I’d known.

“You’re beautiful,” I mumble, hands exploring every inch of inked skin I can see.

His mouth meets mine in a softer kiss, one that tells me he’s been waiting for this moment for a while. It makes me momentarily sad but I blame it on the ridiculous amount of hormones flooding my body. He unbuckles his jeans next, pushing them and his boxers down around his ankles and revealing a really fucking pretty cock. Never thought I’d refer to a dick as pretty but here we are, this is my life now. But it isn’t just that that catches my attention.

There’s a line of perfectly placed silver barbells from just beneath the tip almost to the base where his knot is already swollen. And he’s huge. It’s a damn good thing my inhibitions are non-existent right now because if I saw that thing any other time, I’d be downright terrified.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Orion smirks, flashing the dimple at the side of his mouth. “It won’t hurt.”

“I don’t care if it does, I need it!” I plead, hands reaching down to cup his ass and pull him forward. Within a second he’s grabbing one of the cushions from my side and pushing it beneath my bum, tilting my pelvis up before he lines himself up.

Orion presses the thick head of his cock to my entrance, using his fingers to coat himself in my slick before he pushes inside. The second I feel the first barbell I see stars. The stretch is fiery and delicious, the cool metal pressing against my inner walls one by one by one.

“Three bars,” he counts with a wolfish grin. “Think you can take more baby girl?”

I nod furiously through intense pleasure. “Yes, yes, more, please alpha.”

“That’s a good girl,” he muses, pride dripping from his words.

God, I hope I don’t miss out on all these delicious moments when the heat haze takes over. I pray to whatever being is listening that I remember everything right down to the tiniest detail.

Orion rolls his hips, sinking deeper and deeper inside me until I’m sure I can’t take anymore. My entire body erupts in tremors, shaking wildly from the overload of sensation. The voice I’ve been dreaming about for years appears in my ear as he rests himself on one elbow. His large hand takes hold of my jaw and forces me to look into his dark eyes.

“You’re doing so good, princess,” he purrs, chest rattling against mine and making my nipples pebble. “You’re taking my cock so well, you know that? Letting me inside you inch by fucking inch. You’re perfect for me. A perfect fit. I can’t wait to fuck you until you see stars, baby girl.”

“That’s it,” he says when my eyes lock on his, listening to every filthy word he’s saying as if it’s gospel. “Look at me with those pretty eyes of yours, watch me while I fuck you.” Orion bottoms out, his knot sitting just outside my entrance, threatening to breech at any moment and fuck if I can’t wait. My whole body is begging for it, clawing at his inked shoulders and back.

“I’m so proud of you, princess. Taking my cock like it was made for you.” Leaning forward, he captures my mouth in his and builds a slow rhythm. With each thrust of him inside me, I gasp against his lips.

He kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before; slow and tantalising, each rove of his tongue over mine matching the slide of his huge cock inside me. Those shiny silver barbells stroking parts of me no fingers have ever reached.

It’s dark and devilish but gentle all at once, enough to bring a tear to my eye and an ache to my heart. I can’t believe I’ve been missing this. This puzzle piece.

My orgasm builds and builds, my toes curling and fingers burrowing in his thick dark hair.

“Knot me, Orion,” I ask, praying he doesn’t deny me. “Give me your knot, I need it.”

His scent increases, spreading out like a blanket and covering me. He leans forward and drops his head against my chest, rubbing his cheeks and chin over my skin, marking me with his old books and ground coffee scent.

“You want my knot, baby?” he teases, thrusting harder and harder. “Ask me nicely.”

His teasing does nothing to stop the orgasm about to rip through me, I feel it from the bottom of my spine right up to the base of my neck. My whole body is lit up and it’s all down to Orion.

I swallow thickly, drowning in pleasure. “Please, Orion. Please, alpha. Please fill me up with your knot, I need it.”

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